Let me tell you a story about a girl who goes to Target. It is very similar to Laura Numeroff’s books, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie or If You Give a Pig a Pancake or If You Give a Moose a Muffin. (Muffins? I’d like a muffin. Squirrel!) Ready?
Raise your hand if you love summer!! Me. Me. Me! I love the relaxed schedule, the change in routine, summer camp, time with family, lingering a little longer…all of it! I also love a good book. In the summer, I find that I’m able to really focus and dive into books. I sure hope I’m not alone in this. Also, in the summer, I like a little more light reading. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy books like:
Several years ago, I was in a dark place personally. I had over-extended myself into places that I was not called, doing things that I was not passionate about, and burning the candle at every possible end. Ever been there?? My sweet friend, Melody, (Remember her?? She gave us the recipes for Rotel Cream Cheese Enchiladas and Nana’s Peachy Delight. Shall we all have a moment of silence for these two recipes?!?) convinced me to go to a retreat for women, specifically women who have husbands in the ministry. Before I move on, you need to know three things about me:
Our middle son, Jack, came home from a friend’s house several months ago and reported that he and his friend made breakfast for the friend’s family. I had several questions running through my head simultaneously:
Why didn’t you cook me breakfast?
Were there any leftovers?
What did you make?
Cook??? How do you know how to cook??
The other day at the grocery store, I ran into my sweet friend. Our oldest boys are best friends and the same age…finishing up middle school and headed to high school. High school. Gulp. We stood in the aisle for a while talking about some of the things they are encountering during middle school and she said this,
I don’t know about you, but when spring hits, I’m ready to open the windows, let a breeze run through the house, and then get rid of ALL the junk in the house that has piled up over winter (or the last 17 years!).
Anybody?? Please tell me I’m not alone in this.
For almost a decade, I lived in a town of less than 10,000 people. At first, I was a little leary of living in a small town, but as the years passed by, I grew to love it and the people that lived there. When we moved to that town, our only son was a year old. By the time that son went to kindergarten we had another son who was about three. As they were growing up, my workout routine had been to go to the gym in the morning while my husband was getting ready for work. But now, with carpool to school, I knew this time would no longer be feasible.